Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Hungary and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
Eli Mardock,
Eve St. Jones,
Icehouse,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
New York Dolls,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Al Stewart,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantytec,
Nils Olav,
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
Deepchord,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
Trumans Water,
Index,
John Holt,
The Toasters,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
The Move,
D'Angelo,
Surgeon,
The Leaves,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.